Ultra Silence

Only ever through a window, have I killed.
I’ve marched through halls making machine gun splatter art.
Crunched skulls underneath thickset leather boots.
Seen the split seconds of horror warp a persons face.
I’ve gone on mad blood frenzies sparked by rage.
Only ever through the gauze of space, have I killed.
Others breach the void.
Make their choice.
Blood boil.
If the unconscious had physicality,
Then we’d all be guilty.
A thought is a spark.
An act is a bang.